The auto shop was quiet, the fluorescent lights humming softly overhead. Arthur scanned the final row of vehicles, already losing interest, when a sales attendant hurried over.“Good evening, sir,” the man said with a tight smile. “But we’re about to close. Please come back tomorrow.”Although his face was neutral, his time was dismissive.The male attendant, Jared, had been watching since Arthur stepped into the shop. Their shop was high end, and difficult for small attendants like himself who struggled to make sales. At first he thought Arthur was going to buy a car, but when Arthur repeatedly walked through the cars, only looking, Jared figured he was one of those window shoppers.Leon’s eyes narrowed, but Arthur kept his hands in his pockets, silent.The attendant, Jared stepped slightly forward as if to usher Arthur out.“We’d appreciate it if you could head toward the exit now. Thank you for understanding.”Arthur didn't move a muscle. This angered Jared. “Sir. Please leave, I

"You are really funny." Arthur lightly said, but Leon could tell the anger behind his words. Gracie didn't even give him a chance! "The truth hurts, and I am merely helping people before they fall for your petty tricks!""Why are we still arguing? Call the cops!" "Yes manager, let's have him thrown out!"Just as the tension heightened, the manager’s phone buzzed sharply.He glanced at the screen.It was the owner of the auto shop – MR. Vincent LUIS calling.His heart skipped as he hurriedly answered, "Hello?""Did someone just buy something?" Luis cut to the chase, and the Manager's heart tightened.“Sir? Yes, someone just swiped—”“STOP HIM!”The voice on the other side thundered so loud that the manager almost dropped the phone.“S-Sir?”“The black card that was just used—STOP the person immediately! Don’t let them leave!”That was all he said before the line went dead.The manager froze, and color drained from his face.To him, there was only one logical explanation.He slowly tu

Towards the exit, Arthur spotted Ryan waiting anxiously by the side, but Arthur didn’t spare him a glance. He had gotten what he wanted, and staying any longer in this suffocating place would only darken his mood, so he left. Two security personnel opened the door for him, holding it as he passed. Arthur noted the change in attitude, but didn't say anything. Not even as Luis personally saw him off. However, on getting to where their car had been parked, heels clacked rapidly behind him. “Arthur! Arthur, wait!” Gracie—still shaking from earlier—rushed after him, wiping her tears dramatically as if she hadn’t been shouting at him moments ago. “Arthur, please,” she whimpered, voice dripping with fake remorse. “I-I didn’t mean any of that. I was just… confused. You know how rumors can affect people. Please don’t misunderstand me…” Arthur stopped walking. For a moment, hope flashed in her eyes. But when he turned, his stare held nothing—no warmth, no pity, just cold di

Laura's hands trembled as she dialed her mother. The call connected on the first ring, and Laura didn't even give her mother the chance to speak.“Mom!” Laura’s voice shook. “Something’s wrong. Terribly wrong. Someone is buying out our shares in the company and now everything is collapsing. They said we need three hundred million or—” “What?!” Hannah’s sharp voice cut her off. "What did you people do?! Did you people offend someone powerful?”The Harris living room fell silent.Offend someone?At the burial… yes, they had caused a scene—more than once.They had thrown insults, mocked people, and pushed where they shouldn’t have.But that was just noise. Nothing had happened afterward.Still…“…Could it be them?” Laura whispered, dread creeping into her tone.The room stiffened instantly.Laura shook her head hard, almost panicked.“No, Mom! It can’t be. Why would they go this far over something so small? No—it must be someone else.”Her denial came too quickly. Hannah’s eyes narrow

Outside the grand entrance of the banquet hall, a black limousine glinted under the warm lights, its doors opening to release well-dressed guests. Crystal chandeliers sparkled through the glass windows, promising an evening of power, wealth, and influence.Laura and Racheal approached nervously, their eyes flicking to the crowd. Both had dressed their best—Laura in a midnight blue gown that hugged her figure, Racheal in a deep crimson dress—but their confidence was faltering.“What if they don’t let us in?” Laura whispered, clutching her small clutch bag.Racheal scanned the entrance, noting the line of sharply dressed security personnel checking invitation cards. Her lips pressed together in frustration. “We didn’t get an invitation. You know the rules. If you keep acting like this and they notice, they’ll turn us away immediately.”Laura’s hands shook slightly. “But… this banquet could be our chance. We need to make contact, at least try to talk to them before things go further with